4 Wheeling on Dusty Gravel Roads in Iowa
Shortarmguy's Diary Update for October 2, 2011
We've stayed home something like one whole weekend the past couple of months so we figured it was time to go for another road trip. So we said, "Iowa! Here We Come!"
Before we reached our destination, we stopped in Luverne, Minnesota at the military memorial in the middle of town. We were just about to go pay our respects, when I swore I heard a fuse burning at the end of this cannon. I didn't know what to do other than to try to stop it from being shot to protect the townspeople. But after 15 minutes or so of waiting, we determined that it wasn't a fuse I heard burning but probably just a bird or something. So we left.
We went to the farm to visit Miss Sheri's mom, brother Jerry, and his family. And to ride their crazy vehicles.
We also like to explore their barn buildings. You just never know what kind of dead animals you're going to find in these places.
We also find all kinds of live animals as well. Like kitty cats. They're breeding an insane amount of cats at this place. I swear there's enough to fill the homes of at least two crazy cat ladies. Maybe even three.
But mostly we like to ride the crazy vehicles. Miss Sheri has long had a desire to leave our family and become a professional dirt bike racer. Lucky for us, she hasn't succumbed to her urges yet, but every time she hops on one of these machines and starts jumping over huge hills on dirt trails you can see how ecstatic she becomes. I really think it's only a matter of time before she follows her dreams.
The boys avoided the motor bike and instead preferred cruising around on the big units with 4 wheels instead. Uncle Jerry doesn't want them riding around by themselves yet, so their mom and I have to ride on the back with each of them. I guess if we were to roll the thing, we're supposed to hold our arms high in the air and do a cartwheel with the vehicle still between our legs, and then do our best to land on top of it again. At least that's what I think we're supposed to do.
They haven't had any rain on the farm in weeks, so we kicked up quite a bit of dust as we rode along the roads for several hours.
I had no idea how much dust we gathered until later in the evening. My high school classmate, Michelle, was there and I kept asking her if we could get a picture together. But she just kind of looked at me funny. Finally, I talked her into it. Now that I see what I looked like, I see why she was hesitating. I sure was a dirty boy. I swear that shirt I'm wearing was white when I started the day!
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